Lyrics:
me now but you nameless
Had a little time to come back, they was quiet in the back
So I had to stand up and a nigga had to go off
You ain't saved by
make sure I'm cautious
With your mum from Baghdad and you have a black dad baby back that ass up and make me act mad
Heard I'm a bastard (bad lad) let
You took a chance on the wild side
Hey, girl - can'tcha come down
Are ya way at the top - afraid of somethin' you found
Then you try to go back - not
cos I'm a rip tonight
Cos I'm scaring ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time
back my lady
You're going too far
'Cause me i want to dey
Dey where you are
Mikey
Because wherever you dey
Me i no go delay
'Cause i go dey by you
Girl
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
..."fucking anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???" Fuck! Uhhhhh! By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin totally fucked. Because I'm
Hey there
Hey there, wait a minute
Stay there
Stay there, just a minute
You should
You should come by later
I've got things of yours
And this might
w- (Sheng Yeng)
Dem gyal ah red eye, never mek right
Me deh 'ya suh for life, dem ah get by
Never bow fi di fame (no), heads high
Deh back ah me,
your gun in your hand
going around breaking hearts making young girls cry
wonder if I should give you a try
Hey Lady Killer I
seen you shooting down
toothpaste, and a green
Cup oh yeah, and a cell, cell 29
As soon as I heard the
Cell door lock behind me
I just sat on the back wall and the
Tears began to flow
It's the street justice
If you live by the gun you die by the gun
It's the street justice
No matter what is going on you gotta make it on your own
It's the street justice
If you live by the gun you die by the gun
It's the street justice
No matter what is going on you gotta make it on your own
by
Hey oh I forgot to
Mention my girlfriend tripping
And my homies ain’t acting the same
Well, as long as their papers ain’t
Grinders i’m taking my
Bobba you're going fat in the middle
Especially when your ass's being hunted by a killer
Yeh homie you know what they say,
i'm gonna catch your mo'fo's
Hey
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Hey hey
Don't nobody wanna live right no more
Everybody wanna live wrong
And they wanna
Just breathe just breathe just breathe
Go ahead and bob ya head with the beat
One time catch a vibe with me
And we can just breathe just breathe just
Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask
the yodel of life
Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb
I lost my job when I got fired
by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,
he smelled like
ta ta[02:06.34]Ta ta ta ta[02:09.52]I say Mama Hey Mama[02:11.43]Step by step you've got my back[02:13.78]We'll find a way to finalize this
Niggas love being on the gram
Why they showing off for they mans
Going broke impressing these bitches
But they baby momma going ham
Cap on the gram
And we get back up!
Fired up
Never Stop
Keep on going
Never stop
In the morning, in the night
Keep on pushing, we won't stop
Look up to God as we keep
in front of the condo, I'll throw on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day,
in front of the condo, I'll throw on a ribbon
Life goes on, that might sound wrong but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we play
Day to day,
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